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New shoes in the closet, box is on the floor |
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Dress is laid out nicely on the bed |
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A song is singing slowly |
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Across the street and through my door |
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And turning over memories in my head |
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Nothing feels new today |
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I'm just trying to catch the words before they float away |
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They're singing |
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Great is thy faithfulness, great is thy faithfulness, |
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Great is thy faithfulness |
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Morning by morning, morning by morning, morning by morning |
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Walking up the church steps, I stop to look around |
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People seem to stare just like they know |
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I'm wondering what Jesus thinks about me now |
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Still carrying a shame I can't let go |
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Nothing feels new today |
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I'm just trying to catch the words before they float away |
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They're singing |
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Mercy sounds so holy, for people who are wise |
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And tears are falling softly on my dress |
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I feel like an imposter wearing someone else's prize |
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And my heart's about to beat out of my chest |
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Nothing feels new today |
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I'm just trying to catch the words before they float away |
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Don't float away, keep singing |
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New mercies I see |
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Could you sing some mercies over me? |
